Iggy Azalea — Hell Of A Life Remix

Uh, you swear your foot ain't on the gas, huh? Who you foolin'? Still a backseat driver Every time you get close, you can’t make your mind up Gotta move away, run fast from that fake stuff Bottle full of poison, make the writing go too tough Sleepin' on your Nanny’s couch; City of Angels They got devils in dresses, so pretty, make you question; That Satan that you kissin'? Fuck it! You’re trippin'! Get a car for the weekend, get a room at The Days And let the days blur together, bet that line’ll wash away quick Birds of a Feather; rockin' furs in the Winter She gon' fly north for Summer, leave your ass for the next thing Gave your last dollar to that whore that love attention Had her any better; would’ve seen it in the fine print Gotta take a loss, kiss your mamma with them lips Make ammends with his right hand; ask him to forgive It’s ‘bout truth & freedom. Good word, innit’? Love Ignorant shit but feel that Sunday could redeem it? Yeah, you in between that; Devil & a Deep Blue No Nanny now, so stick to what you used to If this bitch could do a few, carry two and sell a single Crazy, knock ‘em back & still get picked up for the sequel? Baby, piss into the wind probably still break equal You'll probably win, that's what my best friend Shawna says My manager and all the big record label heads Said to make songs for they who can't write sentences Said to keep it dumb because they just can't make sense of this Misery don't love company, it loves ignorance So get your mind gone, keep your mind blown We don't need no knowledge, you just want another rap song Get your mind gone, keep your mind blown You don’t need no knowledge, you just want another rap song You just want another rap song You just want another rap song…